Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 15: The Naked Dance

The night was still young, the clock barely ticking past midnight, and Mrs. Elora and I lay naked on the bed, our bodies tangled up in the sheets. The red lights glowed soft overhead, bathing the room in a warm haze, while the opera music drifted low, a soothing hum that filled the quiet.

She rested her head on my chest, her blonde hair spilling across my skin, tickling me a little. I grazed my fingers down her back, tracing lazy lines along her spine, feeling the smoothness of her under my touch.

"Ahh... it feels so relaxing here," she said, her voice soft and content, almost a sigh as she nestled closer. Her breath was warm against me, steady now after all the heat we'd burned.

I smiled, genuine and easy. "I'm glad to know I could give you the comfort you needed, Mam," I said, looking down at her, meaning every word. It was my job, sure, but with her, it felt like more—like I'd actually done something real.

Her face flushed, a pink creeping up her cheeks, and she tilted her head to meet my eyes. "Don't... say stuff like that," she mumbled, embarrassed, hiding her gaze for a second like a kid caught off guard.

"Why not?" I teased, chuckling low. "Hehe... your face is red, Mam." I cupped her cheeks with both hands, her skin soft and warm under my palms, and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips met, slow and easy at first, then deeper.

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"Ahh..." she moaned into my mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as our lips munched together, a hungry edge creeping in.

Her tongue brushed mine, and I could taste the faint sweetness of her lingering there. She shifted, wrapping one leg over me, her thigh sliding smooth across my hips. I moved too, slipping my thigh between her legs, nudging her pussy just enough to tickle her. She squirmed a little, a soft giggle breaking through the kiss.

Then she pulled back, rolling over me in one quick move, straddling my waist as she planted her hands on my chest. Her lips crashed back into mine, kissing me hard for a moment before she broke away, breathless.

"Hey..." she said, her eyes sparking with a new idea. "Let's dance together."

Her boobs jiggled as she sat up, bouncing with her sudden excitement, and I couldn't help but grin at the sight. "A dance?" I asked, curious, propping myself up on my elbows. "Right now?"

"Yeah, why not?" she said, her voice bright, already sliding off me to stand. "Come on, Ezra—it'll be fun." She held out a hand, her naked body catching the light, all curves and confidence, like she was daring me to say no.

"Alright, you're on," I said, laughing as I took her hand and let her pull me up, the night stretching out ahead of us with plenty left to burn.

Mrs. Elora slipped off the bed, her bare feet padding softly across the plush carpet as she walked over to the small stereo tucked in the corner.

The opera music still hummed low, but she popped the disc out, rifling through a stack of others with a little hum.

"Something lighter..something romantic..something uplifting..." she muttered to herself, sliding a new one in.

The speakers crackled for a second, then a softer, more romantic tune spilled out—slow at first, with a bold melody that promised to build. "Yes, this one's good," she said, turning back to me with a satisfied grin, her blonde hair swaying as she moved.

I stood up, the sheets falling away, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the side table, its liquid glinting under the red lights. I poured two glasses quick—splashing a little over the rim in my rush—and handed one to her. "Here," I said, holding it out.

She took it with a happy little "Oh, thanks," her fingers brushing mine as she grabbed the glass.

We clinked them together without a word, then downed the drinks fast, the burn hitting my throat sharp and warm.

She giggled, setting her empty glass on the table with a soft *clink*, and I followed suit, the buzz already tingling at the edges of my head.

She stepped close, pressing her naked body against mine, her hand landing flat on my chest. Her skin was warm, soft, and I could feel her heartbeat under her palm. I took her hand in mine, sliding my other one down to rest on her hip, my fingers curling around the curve there.

We stood there, bare and close, her boobs brushing my chest, and locked eyes—hers blue and bright, mine steady on her. The music pulsed around us, and we started moving together, slow and easy at first, swaying to the rhythm.

"You're good at this," she said, her voice soft, a little tease in it as we stepped in sync, her hips rolling smooth under my grip.

"Not so bad yourself," I shot back, grinning as I tightened my hold on her waist. "You move like you were made for it." Her skin felt electric under my fingers, smooth and alive, and I couldn't help but run my hand up her back, feeling every dip.

The music she'd picked started light, but it was building now—bold romance with beats that climbed higher, pushing our moves to match.

The dance turned seductive fast, her body shifting into poses that were hot as hell. She dipped low, ass up and face down, her thighs sliding along mine as I gripped her ass, squeezing the firm flesh in my hands.

Then she spun around, reversing it, rubbing her ass against my dick slow and deliberate. I groaned low, my hands sliding up to grope her chest, cupping her boobs as they pressed into my palms, soft and heavy.

"Ezra..." she breathed, her head tipping back onto my chest, blonde hair spilling over my shoulder.

I slipped my fingers between her legs, rubbing light and teasing, feeling the heat of her pussy as she gasped.

Her hands reached back, grabbing my hips, pulling me closer as we kept dancing, the rhythm picking up, driving us faster.

The room spun a little—whiskey, music, her body against mine—and the night felt like it could stretch on forever.

"You're trouble," I said, my voice rough against her ear, nipping it lightly as we moved.

She laughed, low and sultry. "Good kind of trouble, right?" she teased, grinding back harder, and I just smirked, letting the music take us wherever it wanted.